Tallaam Acey
MARBLEZ
They say if you
drop one marble into a bucket
in the first year
of a relationship
everytime you have
sex.
And you take one
marble out of the bucket
everytime you have
sex after that
There will be always
have one marble left.
There's a thin line
between the neurotic and erotic.
saying wild things
to a woman and bed
and wakin' up feelin'
sorry about it.
As for "Have I ever
done anything freaky in bed?"
Hell yeah if she
allowed it.
As for "Will I ever
regret it?"
Knowin' me, I doubt
it.
Now "Have I given
her a bath or a shower?"
Come on now that
was like the third date.
"Did I massage here
with oil or baby powder?"
Look don't bite
your tongue with me.
See that's a mistake.
You wanna ask me
somethin'?
Ask if me if I…
dripped hot candle
wax on to my finger tips
and massaged it
into her nipples?
And then did the
same thing to her behind
so that it simultaneously
stung and tickled?
And when her behind
had enough candle wax
and it no longer
felt good or hurt,
ask me if I gave
her back shots so sharp
that the wax shot
up into the air like fireworks?
As for "Did I go
down on her?"
See now you got
me all wrong.
And amateur would've
gone down on her.
Me, I sat her right
on top of my face where she belonged.
Where she could
not get away.
Where she just had
to settle in for the day.
With my biceps wrapped
around her thighs
she just closed
her eyes and enjoyed the ride
the whole way.
My ego does not
have to be fed
I just want to record
everything that makes her hot
inside my head
and do things that
normal human beings
wouldn't even believe
could be done between
two people in a bed.
But that's just
accumulating marblez.
They say long term
relationships
are made up of three
things:
engagements rings,
wedding rings and suffer-ring.
They say you can
judge the stage of a long term relationship
by the number of
rooms you fuck through.
In the beginning
you fuck all through the house.
In the middle you
just fuck in the bed room.
And in the end you
just past each other in the hallway
And be like "fuck
you!"
But that's still
accumulating marblez.
Then there's you.
I just met you tonight.
So I can take you
to a room and treat you right.
And do moves so
smooth you would loose track of time
and stay with me
for like three nights.
And when it was
finally time to get dressed
I'd massage your
inner lips while you catch your breath.
And I guarantee
there wouldn't be one point on your body
that could say it
didn't spend the entire 3 days drippin wet.
But that's still
accumulating marblez.
But listen lover
let's just say that
was the first three days that we covered.
Perhaps you and
I can rap a taste
about how persistent
bliss can be discovered.
I mean forty years
from now
I hope that we can
still share the same covers.
We'd be like seventy
years old
but doggy stylin'
the arthritis out of each other.
And we could even
cruise hotels
if you think it
would help to chain the venue.
We could break headboards
all across the globe
then slide the covers
on the floor and just continue.
I'll play sexual
healing, slide off my dentures
and put the fear
of my gums in you.
And do some room
service role play
In between gray
pubic hairs with an x-rated menu.
And will still do
69s at 99.
While I scream "Say
this pussy is mine!"
And if we're fortunate
perhaps you and I
will get to come
and go at the same time.
My time transcending
lover keeping me hard
into my tommorows.
Loosin' my years
is a beautiful thing.
But it's even better
when I'm also loosing
my marblez.
JUST go INsane
JUST go INsane
JUST go INsane
If I ever tried to
write a love poem
it would be in vain.
Cause love is a
mystery to me
and sex only numbs
the pain.
Sometimes I get
so lonely
God only knows how
I maintain
and if it wasn't
for the money.
I would JUST go
INsane.
When I was young
I was afraid to own a gun
for fear that I
would use it on myself.
When I became and
adult I use to put my gun up to my head
cause I'm not the
type to cry out for help.
But I am the type
that people talk about
and be like "damn
what a success."
And yes everyday
I become more successful
but everyday I become
more depressed.
If you can,
picture me undressed
in a hot tub in a motel
reading Rockefeller's
biography and taking sips off of Korbel.
A young lady there
for the money touchin' my body like Braille.
And I'm lookin'
for reasons to give a fuck instead of tellin'
this world to just
go to hell.
While unemployment
and dead end jobs
got all these niggaz
satisfied.
They pacified talkin'
about as long as they got God.
They don't need
to succeed they just happy to be alive.
And its wall to
wall churches, liquor stores and salons
from Seattle to
Miami from Rio Grande to the Bronx.
Its all broke niggaz
in broke housing living off of broken promises
and the most promising
don't know what time it is.
While their leaders
don't know what honest is.
And I spend my days
sitting behind my desk.
But I'm hidden away
where my people cannot see my success.
And my success seems
to only translate to making money and having sex.
And if love comes
from the heart then I'm on some cardiac arrest.
Sometimes if feels
like I'm lost in space.
My thoughts and
actions all happen out of place.
Gods contemplate
their mortality when they gaze into my face.
And I keep thinkin'
life is bullshit and that wakin' up is just a waste.
Yet everyone I've
known that cashed in their chips
ended their life
in disgrace.
Their kith and ken
cared for about two weeks
and then it was
back to the rat race.
Which is why I force
myself to live
and leave my death
up to God.
And as long as I
do what I can with what I've been given
then when I'm gone
I will have done my job.
And as for me and
fallin' in love
I guess it's just
not in the cards.
I'll have to settle
for sippin' fine liquors
and taking pulls
off premium cigars
and finding companionship
in givin' orgasms
to women that I
meet in bars.
Which is why if
I tried to write a love poem
it would be in vain.
Cause love is a
mystery to me
and sex only numbs
the pain.
Sometimes I get
so lonely
God only knows how
I maintain.
And if it wasn't
for the money?
I would JUST go
Insane.
While poets struggle
to articulate the parallels
between Bigger Thomas
and Biggie Smalls.
The system continues
to contrive contradictions
divisive enough
to rebuild the Berlin wall.
After all there
are thousands of
half million dollar
homes in your community
and yet not one
of them is yours.
But you are perfectly
free to cruise
quickly down those
streets
so that you may
see exactly
what you are working
towards.
What you may one
day be able to afford
I mean you may have
to win the lottery.
But it doesn't have
to be the state lottery.
It could be the
basketball draft lottery
or the football
draft lottery.
Hell, even record
and film companies
operate like lotteries.
However, college
degrees
have become too
much of an oddessy.
A college degree
has become too much of a commodity.
A college degree
is no longer considered an oddity.
A college degree
has become to much of a necessity
to bring you any
type of serious upward mobility.
You can take it
from me
I…have…three.
And I still earn
my money the old fashioned way.
I hustle for it.
Suited up behind
my desk
With a partner to
help me rake in the cash.
And a full time
staff to help me manipulate the math.
And I can still
hear the people in the half million dollar homes
Laugh.
They be like don't
this cat realize how close he is to jail.
Don't he realize
that he is just one traffic cop stop
away from being
blown to hell.
As I chill with
four thousand dollars in my pocket.
Wantin' to spread
it around the black community.
But then that's
the ultimate contradiction
because everyone
in this room knows
that that money
would just leave the black community
quicker than you
can say the word "eviction."
Quicker than you
can say "my television set needs fixin,"
or "I'm a month
late on my children's day care tuition,"
or "I need someone
to take a look at my cars transmission,"
or ain't no food
I feel like eatin' up in my kitchen.
So I need to go
to the MAC machine
to take out some
money
so I can take it
to the take out restaurant
so that they can
continue to take out
the economic viability
of our community.
There are no neighborhood
businesses
just neighborhood
black holes.
Not just suckin'
up the money
but suckin' up the
self respect.
They'll tell your
grandmother
"Look old lady we
told you
the last time you
were here
if you're not buying
something,
you have got to
step.
You know how use
the exit
to my left.
Please don't make
me call the police
to run their knees
up into your chest.
And simultaneously
take your heart
while putting on
handcuffs
giving a whole new
meaning to the words
cardiac arrest."
Meanwhile the people
in the half million dollar homes
are outside gearing
up for their protest.
"Build more jails.
Hire more cops.
Build more jails.
Hire more cops.
Give me a C (C).
The Children's Children's
S.A.T. scores are fallin in the ghetto.
Give me an O (O).
Their parents are
being Ousted Outsted from their jobs.
Give me a P (P).
These People People
don't deserve to live any better.
Give me an S (S).
They keep Scheming
Scheming on our houses.
What does that spell?
COPS!!
Build more jails.
Hire more cops.
Build more jails.
Hire more cops.
The protest continues
as they continue
to earn residuals.
Off of income that
came in during slavery
and if you asked
me ain't nobody freed.
No goddamn slaves.
They just figured
out a better way
to enslave white
people to
I challenge you
to read a little Howard Zinn.
If only to augment
your historical point of view.
See history has
been laundered.
Just like the money
from drugs, gambling and prostitution
that fund amerikkkas
top politicians and financial institutions.
That's the reason
why you ain't frontin' on your 40 acre estate
countin' the residuals
from your reparations or restitution.
And it's not like
they're scared that the system won't bring them
the money right
back.
Nah its for the
same reason that they need you to believe
that the Egyptians
weren't black.
Its for the same
reason that they need you to believe
that Nubia, Kanem-Bornu,
Ghana, Mali and Songhai
weren't historical
fact.
See they need you
to believe that it was always like that.
That's the best
way to make poor white people think
that middle class
black people
are responsible
for their economic instability.
That's the best
way to make poor black people think
that they deserve
what they get
due to some genetic
relationship
between melanin
and incivility.
As for me I be too
busy tryin' to teach my 4 little girls
how to master monopoly.
And when I leave
here tonight
I'm going straight
back to my office
so I can continue
to count up my cash stacks.
Cause if people
like me ever begin to believe
that we will never
own a half million dollar home.
Then this great
country of ours
like the Berlin
wall
will collapse.
"Build more jails.
Hire more cops.
Build more jails.
Hire more cops."